‘The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than anyone can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.’
Sayfa 108Kitabı okuyor
İnce Tespit
"İnsanlar hiçbir nesneyi bağımsız bir varlık olarak değerlendirmez. Kocasının ona şiddet uyguladığı ortamla seni yargılıyor. Seni bir birey olarak sevmiyor değil. Senin de bir parçası olduğun o ortamdaki deneyimi onu, seni sevmediğine inandırıyor."
-Parasyte: the grey (diziden alıntı)
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“ I need to know that everything will be OK,” she continued quietly.” That I will be able to live with myself.”
A sharp tug in my chest. How often had I whispered those same words to the ceiling in the rectory, lying awake in bed, consumed with thoughts of what my life could have been? I need to know that everything will be OK.
Didn’t we all wasn’t that unspoken cry of our broken souls?
“ I don’t know if everything will be OK. It may not be. You may think you are at the lowest point now and then look up one day and see that it’s gotten so much worse.” I looked down at my hands, the hands that had pulled my oldest sister from a rope after she hung herself in my parents garage.” You may not ever be able to get out of bed in the morning with the security. That moment of OK may never come.All you can do is try to find a new balance, a new starting point. Find whatever love is left in your life and hold on to it tightly. And one day,things will have gotten less grey, less dull. One day, you might find that you have a life again. A life that makes you happy.”
- Priest
''Yaşayan pek çok kişi ölümü hak eder. Ölülerden bazıları da yaşamı. Yaşamı onlara verebilir misin? Ölüm hakkında karar vermekte aceleci olma. En bilgeler bile her sonucu bilemez''
Gandalf The Grey
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the meek apprehensive skull. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of screechowls and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And on the highway of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion, the ghosts of beasts. (…) Parallax stalks behind and goads them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Elk and yak, the bulls of Bashan and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they come trooping to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. Ominous revengeful zodiacal host! They moan, passing upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the trumpeted with the tusked, the lionmaned, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the sun.
O the grey dull day! It seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness through which souls of mathematicians might wander, projecting long slender fabrics from plane to plane of ever rarer and paler twilight, radiating swift eddies to the last verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.
I am ashes where once I was fire,
And the bard in my bosom is dead;
What I loved I now merely admire,
And my heart is as grey as my head.
Bir kez daha mücadelenin ortasındayım
Bildiğim en büyük muamma ile boğuşuyorum
Yaşa ve öl bugün
(The Grey)
"The complexity of SM is that it means so many different things to so many
people. It might be nothing more than a slight extension or variation to more normative sexualities (as we might see in 'Fifty Shades of Grey') or something apparently so extreme."
Futility. Futility shapes the world. History is a story of futilities, progress is a sequence of futilities. “Development!” says the futurist. “Loss,” says the rebel. “Hangover!” shouts the moralist from the back row. “Failure,” says the angry rebel. “Time is grey,” he says. The Creator’s failure is an introduction to the era. (...) Who was supposed to know? Good people from all over the world came together. Teachers, writers, and migrant workers huddle in trenches… young soldiers desert their units. What beautiful songs they sing! Brave children are history’s favourites, so it seems to them, and they wave white flags with silver horned crowns.
And they lose.
Coups are crushed. Anarchists are piled into mass graves on the Great Blue. Communists, beaten back from the isola of Graad, retreat to Samara and become a degenerate worker’s state ruled by bureaucrats.
Sayfa 34 - Unofficial English TranslationKitabı okudu
"When Mr and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts."
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Gerilimin ve Aksiyonun Bir An Bile Bitmediği 20 Hayatta Kalma Filmi Önerisi
1- The Revenant (2015)
2- The Martian (2015)
3- Cast Away (2000)
4- Apocalypto (2006)
5- First Blood (1982)
6- Gravity (2013)
7- 127 Hours (2010)
8- The Descent (2005)
9- I Am Legend (2007)
10- The Road (2009)
11- Kon-Tiki (2012)
12- Unbroken (2014)
13- Alive (1993)
14- Everest (2015)
15- Buried (2010)
16- The Edge (1997)
17- All Is Lost (2013)
18- In the Heart of the Sea (2015)
19- The Grey (2011)
20- Jungle (2017)